RAVEN x Gitan and RYOUTA x Jaeger

Name:; Gaetaun
Gender:; Female
Number:; #3; Raven x Jaeger
Appearance:; The design you've chosen is gorgeous, will go with that XD.
Personality:;
The little wolf was much like a yin and yan. She is white on one side of her body and completely black on the other. She is quite the stunning little thing. She'll be the sweetest girl you've ever met and pretty darn shy. She'll be a father's little angel. She's got a bubbly personality once you get to know her. If you are a stranger though; there's a good chance when speaking to you that she might stutter and be down-right fearful of you. She'll probably grow out of the fear when she gets older though; more than not, she'll probably remain quiet and shy. If you are a friend or family though; you are going to be smothered with a talkative little girl. Those bright blue eyes are always expressive and shining with adoration of those she respects and loves. They are intelligent one could say even. She's definitely got a warm personality and will more than likely bring laughter to another's throat. She's clumsy at times but tries her best and will work hard at making you appreciative of her. As she gets older, she'll probably wear her heart on her shoulder metaphorically to say.

Roleplay Sample:;
It was late in the evening hours when her weary paws seemed to pull her from the shadows of the water. There was a chill in the air and her coat was soaked through. She shook from head to toe in a sort of wiggle and water flew everywhere. She shivered a little as she stepped further onto the borders and paused. Nostrils flared to gather the scents around her. Jade eyes swept the landscape of the surrounding area carefully. She stood there now and gathered the scents. There were several of them and yet; none were familiar. They would not be though; she's a stranger here. she's a newcomer seeking refuge and hope. She's a creature who's traveled far. No, she had run far from the dangers of which she'd survived. There is kindness in her and a shimmer to her russet coat. There's something else that can be seen there though. Not anger or hatred. No, these are beyond her reach. She had never imagined she could ever really hate anyone. It wasn't a part of who the russet wolf was and would ever be.

Paws can carry her no further and so; she collapses. It is obvious to see her that she's traveled quite a distance. She is wet and a little chilled. There is a weariness in those brilliant eyes that cannot be mistaken. There's a sorrow there too that cannot be undone. Not right now anyway. It may be a while before the she-wolf finds herself in fully content again. The pain that wraps itself around her heart is strong and it torments her. The nightmares haunt her and she's tired of them. She cannot escape them though and she has tried. It is too fresh still though it had been weeks; months? She can no longer really recall to be honest. It is still too fresh within her heart and soul though. She hates it; she loathes it but she does not loathe others. Well, that is a lie perhaps.

There is a hatred in her heart of a different sort. It is not a full hatred but it is there none the less. Those that had taken the lives of her parents? She loathed them and could wish the worst upon them. It is barely there within her thoughts but it is a plague none the less. She cannot help herself really. Dakarai does not like what has happened and what those cruel beings had done.

Monsters!

Yes, they were monsters and nothing less. They were cruel abominations that she could not think pleasantly of. They were beings in which she would never wish to find again and yet; she would love to tear them limb for limb. She knows that this is impossible though now; she will not dare cross paths with them again. So; she had run and here she is. Laying on the doorstep of the Ludicael and hoping for the best. Seeking guidance and a family. These are things that are important to Dakarai. She's a very friendly; confident soul but she lacks perhaps the knowledge of the greater good. Through teaching and learning she can find these things though.

Friends? Yes, she wants them. She needs them as she is tired of being alone. She wants more and wishes she could find the happiness she desperately needs. Will that be here though? While she does not know, Dakarai waits patiently and wearily to know. Even if she wanted to move right now, her sore and weary muscles will not allow it. She is cold and she is aching. The she-wolf could do with some help and warmth right about now. She's not here to make enemies and she isn't here to harm. Would they see that? One can only hope right?